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...don't know? don't judge! you only know what you see // (h)our (s)hell // scorch, scorch; pass the torch... don't play with fire on the …
Just Me
Somewhere    I find myself in the dark. It's not home, but it's the broken part of me that seems to find Itself written I genuinely appreciate …
Mallory
25/F/🌊    Poems n' shit
Willy Shakysphere
M/Georgia, USA    I had never written anything before 1996. I died for 7 minutes, revived by an emergency medical team I awoke to not be quite the …
Jayantee Khare
45/F/Pune, India    I'm a loner in the crowd. Writing is my world. A lot is hidden inside. I'm collecting the words from my innerself and writing it …
Ashton
30/M/Ann Arbor    I want to leave a lasting mark a tiny act of defiance in a temporary world
Shanath
22/F/India    A person looking for answers without the perfect questions
Benji James
Hello, I am Benj. I mostly write lyrics. Sometimes I attempt other forms of poetry and writing. Always like to keep those creative juices flowing. …
18/F/British Columbia   
kellie scranton
26/F/New Jersey    26✖️ colorist ✖️ artist Insta @kelliescranton @kelliescranton_art "I blow a kiss to the darkness, then I keep on walking" -Autumn Falls
Ryan Holden
26/M/Middlesbrough - England    A Gemini that fell in love with writing. I write lyrics and of course poetry! I love writing about love, nature and modern society. I …
Vale Luna
21/F/Michigan (USA)    Poetry is my Life. I found it. Darkness is my Love. It found me. (All copyright: Marissa DollyRose Smith)
I ponder.. with wonder ... I think . Where would we be without forgiveness?
ryn
ryn
🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …
121/F/California    I like words. And skulls. And kitties....
alex
18/F    I love reading and writing .
Felicia Diana
Amsterdam    My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a …

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